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  • Growing up, we had dogs but never a cat. My mom was extremely afraid of them… especially the fact that they could jump onto you. It wasn’t until she was in her 70’s that she developed a special bond with a cat… but that is a story best told by my dad.

    My cat story started in June of this year… someone I worked with was going through a divorce and needed to find a home for her 13 year old cat. She sent out an e-mail and asked if anyone was interested. Well, I had been thinking about getting a cat since I now had my own home and was not restricted or charged extra for pets. My only concern was how this cat would get along with Buster, my beagle that was used to being the center of attention all his life. But the only way to find out is to try it.

    When I first met Kitty, I was shocked… she was so tiny and very skinny. I thought she looked so pitiful and the signs of stress from the divorce were evident at one glance. She had been tossed around from place to place in an effort to find a permanent home… hoping this would be the last.

    When I brought her home and let her out of the carrier, Buster went to try and smell her and she hissed at him. That freaked him out… “What in the world was this thing and what is that noise coming out of it?” He avoided her like the plague.

    For the first few days, if he got too close, she would hiss. I am sure that she just wasn’t sure what his intentions were so she was on the defensive. She also was keeping her distance from me… not knowing if I was friend or foe.

    By the end of the first week, she had warmed up to me and had quit hissing at Buster… who was keeping his distance when possible.

    My normal spot is on a chaise … whether reading or watching TV… that is “my spot”. At my feet on the chaise is Buster’s “spot”. Lying on the back of this chaise is what looks like a stuffed animal with a lamb’s face. That is the cover of what is actually one of those packs stuffed with buckwheat hulls that you can put in the microwave and use as a heating pad. I had bought it for Donna when she was so sick and putting the warmth against her helped the pain. That has now become Kitty’s “spot”.

    Lately, Kitty has been coming down from her spot to lie on my chest or in my lap. Buster is not real happy about this but not sure what to do about it. One day he came up and try to lay as high up on me as possible… so Kitty would not have a spot. Kitty gets him back by walking right on top of him. I guess this means she has found her permanent home.
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